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Rinjin Mikasi was a dragon half-breed slave to a werewolf woman named Raina, who constantly tested new sex toys she produced on him every other week. He hated his master; she was as insane as most werewolves could come. One day, when his master forgot to properly lock his cage, he made his escape. He never stopped in fear of getting captured and tortured. For two days and nights, he ran as far as he could from the woman. Wandering the streets of a deserted, rainy street, he, unknowingly, drew closer to another master. Would he dislike this other master as much as his old one? Or would a love blossom between the two?

P.S., I suck at titles and opening messages. xp

Behold my seme!

Name) Jason Kisami
Age) 25
Picture) http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l37/Narume13/Anime Guys/D_by_heise.jpg
I'd rather be a) Seme
My role in this relation is) Master
Personality)A quiet, rich, somewhat strict vampire. He lives alone other than his servants. People come to his mansion but never leave. He decided on a slave.
Bio) Jason is a vampire. He was bread from a long royal line. His main family lives elsewhere. He is the only vampire of his clan that lives in this are. He was bored of living alone, and none of his servants were giving him the entertainment he craved.
I enjoy)
I hate)
Race)Vampire
My secret if any) Dont get me mad
I'm looking for Black, and purple collars, maybe pink or yellow. For charms I want; Gun, Paw, Toy, Leash, Spike.
The real master is Tishie

To say it was raining outside would be an understatement. It was, literally, pouring buckets upon buckets of rain onto any unfortunate soul who got caught in it. Rinjin just so happened to be that unluck one. In nothing but a flimsy white t-shirt and a pair of shorts, his bare feet (which, as well as his hands, were dragon-like claws) slapped against the pavement. Through the blinding torrents, he could hardly make out anything. Due to the fact that he couldn't see, a clawed foot tripped on a crack in the sidewalk, causing him to fall face first. He groaned in pain as he laid their for a moment, trying to regain his wits and his strength. He has been running for nearly two days now. Of course he'd be exhausted.

When he heard the voices just ahead of him, he slowly lifted head to see who was there. Unfortunately, seeing as how he's been running in the rain, he's now come down with a cold. His head fell back onto the pavement, too weak to do anything else. As the pair approached him the could see, through his wet shirt and bare legs, he was tattooed. On his back, there was a pair of ruined wings bound by vines with thorns. And all down his legs were various other indistinguishable Celtic and tribal tattoos. But one tattoo stood out from the rest. On the back of his right shoulder, there was a head of a werewolf with an "R" weaved into the mane. Anyone who's met Raina could tell you that this is the mark she puts of her slaves.

Rinjin felt his chin being propped up as he looked at the man's face. He couldn't help but blush at the handsome visage, even through the shiver that ran down his spine when he gave him a toothy grin, revealing his fangs. A vampire... "W-who are you...?" He asked uncertainly, slightly afraid of this man.

((Umm... He's not a werewolf, he's a dragon half-breed. The mark on his shoulder is Raina's mark, who is a werewolf. Sorry for the mix-up. sweatdrop ))

Rinjin lets his eyes rake his frame in inspection, almost fright. 'Is this man... Jason...?' he thought to himself. He heard about Jason multitudes of times from Raina. She spoke quite highly of him, even though she was a werewolf and he was a vampire; two known enemies. After a few minutes of thinking, he nodded his head. "Yes... Yes, I would..."

Rinjin nodded at the rule as he struggled to his feet. But, seeing as he caught a cold, he felt weaker than usual. He hated feeling this weak. Ever since his old mistress tattooed the bound wings on his back (to lock up his dragonic nature), he gets sick a lot more easily. After walking a few staggering steps behind his new master, he fell down to one knee, panting raggedly. "I-I'm sorry... M-master..." He was cut off in his apology by a sickly cough, vision swimming dizzyingly.

Rinjin wrinkled his nose in disgust at this. Never before had he tasted blood. Nor did he really want to. Since when did dragons gain strength from drinking blood? Wasn't it vampires who did that? But, never one to disobey his master (hesitate complying with an order, but never disobey), he tentatively licked the blood running down his wrist. The licks were how every slave does it; sensual, somewhat teasing and shy, using only the tip of his tongue, which, as well as one of his eyebrows, was pierced.